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[The video feed flickers to life when Shego smacks her communicator a couple times by mistake, groping along the side of her nightstand for a chirping alarm clock. She switches off the alarm, sits up and runs both hands through her hair - Shego's bed-hair is a terrifying thing to behold, it looks like there's twice as much of it as usual.

She swings her legs over the side of the bed and then, finally, notices the communicator. She leans in for a closer look, looking tired and bewildered.]

Doctor D, the heck is -

[There's a flicker of recognition in her face, and then her expression becomes completely unreadable.]

No.

Oh no no no.

No no no no no NO NO--

[The screen fills with green energy, cracks, then goes blank.]

[OOC: ohai I'm back from hiatus <3]

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You okay there, sport?

No, I am not okay.

I'm -

How can I -

[There's the sound of something breakable being smashed against the wall. She returns to the communicator a minute later, sounding very slightly like she's got herself reigned in.]

How long have I been gone? Last thing I remember...the Barge was a cruise ship thing.

I distinctly don't remember that as I've been gone for exactly two weeks myself. Sorry, lady.

How long do you think you've been gone?

I have been alive and at home for six, maybe seven months. I am not even going to attempt to assume how long that translates to in Barge time.

Ah.

I'm not exactly going to be useful in this situation having been gone nearly eight months myself. I was told my time away amounted to two weeks in Barge time, but I wouldn't take my word for it.

Bummer.

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gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com - 2010-06-01 14:22 (UTC) - Expand

[Kirk was sure of two things. That she was going to be in a pretty pissy mood for a while and she was most likely going to ignore him if he tried to contact her over the journals after that a little fit. So he was just going to skip that part and go right to the part where he was in her face where she couldn't ignore him.]

"Shego." [He was pretty much pounding on her door from the second he got there.] "Make this easy on us both and let me in."

She didn't think it was possible for her to get any more wound up just then, but the sound of Kirk's voice made her tense up a little tighter. Like this unpleasant transitional period was going to be made any easier for her by his presence. In lieu of an actual answer she yanked a drawer out of her dresser and hurled it at the closed door, not caring when the wood splintered against metal and her clothes went flying.

Kirk was not expecting that and he jumped when the drawer collided with the door, not that he knew that's what it was. For all he knew, she'd run headfirst at the door for some godforsaken reason.

"Yeah, that's nice. Open the door."

"Make me."

Not the most mature response, but whatever. Her mind was still slotting together the forgotten nine months she'd spent on the Barge and the six months she'd spent back home, and while speaking over the communicator was one thing, the immediacy of Kirk's presence right there was more than she wanted to deal with just then.

Edited 2010-05-31 23:19 (UTC)

"If you think that I'm above using my phaser to cut a hole in your door and make it so you can never, ever lock it again, you're very wrong."

Kirk sighed. "Just open the door. Please."

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